Betty 2

It had been three days since Betty’s encounter with Bill. The events of their meeting had been on her mind a lot since then. Almost constantly, in fact. And that was her problem. Admitting to herself that she, a married woman, had deliberately seduced one of the neighborhood boys caused the blood to rush to her cheeks. But what caused her even more consternation was that her cheeks weren’t the only place the blood rushed to. If she allowed herself to dwell on the details of that afternoon, her nipples stiffened and her panties turned into a swamp.

She’d been a very horny woman before she’d seduced Bill. And afterwards her horny little twat had been very satisfied. The trouble was that feeling hadn’t lasted nearly long enough. When Betty woke up the next morning her sweet little pussy was very sore. Even though they’d only had sex one time, Bill had a very large, heavily veined cock and he’d pumped her with it for a solid 45 minutes, something she’d never experienced before. Her husband, when he was still having sex with her, never lasted for longer than 3 minutes and she had never had an orgasm with him.

Now, however, the soreness had left and it was replaced by an ache down deep in her belly. Betty needed more fucking. Lots more fucking. The vision of first seeing his cock as it sprang from his shorts loomed into her minds eye. It had swung across his hip then centered, pointing directly at her. Her mouth watered as her lips parted. What a beautiful cock it was; red, angry and needing Betty to appease it’s atavistic fury.

After a long abstinence she had been only too happy to offer up her hungry little pussy for sacrifice to his fleshy monolith. But when she first wrapped her hand around it the heft and girth of Bill’s cock filled her with doubt and a little fear. How would she be able to accommodate this gorgeously rigid shaft without being split in two? Yet her own aching need had been so compelling that she had guided that fantastic tool between her legs of her own volition. She recalled with vivid clarity the sensation of first feeling the distended, glistening purple orb of Bill’s cock tip as it parted the lips of her wanton little pussy. Her cuntal lips had devoured with relish every heavily veined inch of his shaft; tingled with joy as she’d stretched further for him than any man ever. She eagerly met him thrust for……..Damnit! She was doing it again! Betty stirred from her reverie to find herself with one hand between her legs and the other cupping a tit.

The whole incident had been JoAnne’s doing anyway. JoAnne was Sarah’s Mother. She’d divorced her husband in Chicago and Moved to Lauderdale By The Sea with her three daughters. Alimony and child support allowed her to live a life of ease which she took full advantage of. Freed of the social constraints that being a banker’s wife imposed on her she launched herself and her daughters into a Bohemian lifestyle.

JoAnne routinely had a boyfriend a decade or more her junior though none seemed to last long. And she had no problem with her daughters having over night visitors. This resulted in her laying in bed many nights listening to Bill fuck her eldest, Sarah, to a fair the well in the room next to hers. She took great delight in this and shared such details as she was able to glean from Sarah with her best friend, Betty. In fact, only two things kept her from taking Bill for herself, her daughters’ connection with him, and the fact that he was only eighteen.

Bill’s youth made him inexperienced. So JoAnne’s overt friendliness only registered on him as just that. He couldn’t know that many nights, while he was treating Sarah to another merciless fucking, her Mother lay in her bed naked, the sheets flung off her in the hot Florida night, fingering herself to orgasm as she dreamed of him leaving Sarah asleep and coming to her room. He had no idea that if he’d decided on such an adventure, he’d have met with little resistance.

Betty dialed Joanne’s number. She would, of course, have to file a full report of her tryst with Bill. JoAnne answered “Hello” and the first words from Betty were “You fucking bitch”.

JoAnne, more amused than shocked said “Why Betty, such language”.

“Humph, and who are you to talk” from Betty. “Anyway, it happened and you’ve ruined my life”.

“What happened”?

“Well, Sarah’s friend, Bill called me a couple of days ago. Asked if he could come over for a swim”.

JoAnne was all ears. “Oh, and did he enjoy his swim?”

“Well, we never made it down to the pool.”

“Really?. A long pause from JoAnne. “Betty, you didn’t!”

“I did.” Betty exhaled. “Yes, I sure did. And you were right Jo. He’s hung like a stud pony and he knows just what to do with it.”

“Oh my God, Betty!” As impact of this news washed over JoAnne she was flushed with a need to know every detail and a great deal of envy. “How did it happen?”

Betty launched into a luridly detailed account of how she had contrived a need to move boxes off the shelf in her bedroom. How each time Bill reached for another box she was able to look up the leg of his cutoffs to see his cock from her position down on the floor. JoAnne listened intently as Betty told of her judiciously selected clothes that were both tight and revealing. The bra, a cup size too small, so that her ample breasts filled it to over flowing.